"Stop that, you coward," Marc said angrily. "Stop sneaking out like that!"
In response, George merely dissolved his head to a grinning skull. "Gotta go now," he chortled hollowly. "Gotta be corking off." He turned to the others and clacked his teeth menacingly. Olliphant Gunn was the first to snap.
"There's just so much that human flesh and blood can stand," the poor man wailed, and leaping to the operating table he snatched up the anaesthetic mask and plunged it over his face.
"Come on," Toffee said urgently, tugging at Marc's sleeve. "Let's get out of here before that cheap ghost sticks us with an operation."
Marc jolted into action. Under Toffee's guidance, he lunged out the door and started down the hall.
"Let's leave this place," Toffee said. "Let's go somewhere where we can have fun."
"We can't leave like this," Marc said, indicating their brief attire. "We can't go out on the street half naked."
"We can say we're artists' models on our way to work," Toffee said. "Come on."
Marc didn't pause to debate the point as a cry from the operating room indicated that the doctors had recovered from their dismay with an urgent sense of loss.